Now I'd love to see you lose the keys to that menace on four wheelsIt's so amplified... ain't no wonder why your paint's begun to peelAnd those sub woofers hammerin' they're givin' my head a painIt's either you or me if its me you see I'll jus' cop the plea...hey judge... I'm insaneI'm sore insane

With all this rap dap 'o' lappin' and those bass drums a flappinAt a million and twenty dee beesIt's got my eyeballs bleadin' and my eardrums pleadin'I'm beggin' mercy, please, please, pleaseBut what has got me so mad is when you tell me oh dadYa 'bout as square as you can beWould ya think I's neater if I blew out your tweetersWith this 12 guage across my kneesGive up the keys

You know that back in my day we'd drive our ChevroletsAnd take our dates way up on Blueberry HillAnd with very straight faces say "the submarine raceWell they start about a quarter 'til"But now you and your clowns just like to ride around townWith you volume knobs at tenAnd the only thing bangin' in your station wagonIs the beat bouncin' off your headYa might be brain dead soon be stone deaf